AN: It's the final chapter! I know it's a bit short, but I found the perfect line to end it on. Enjoy! I'll continue in Doctor, Were All Your Regenerations This Annoying?

Disclaimer: I'd write more strong female characters and less sexist lines if I was Moffatt.

Ch 20: Regeneration's A Bitch

I woke up exactly 36 hours later, in Beauty's medical bay. I had better check out my new form in the full length mirror only about a foot from the hospital bed. Ignoring Maker in a chair by my bed, I let out a shriek. "WHY THE BLOODY HELL AM I STILL GINGER! And the voice, I look and sound like a character from those pretentious Tolkien books, like a bloody elf! At least I'm taller. I must be, what, six foot now? Nearly as tall as you, Maker. Still, I have something I have to go do."

I strode out of my TARDIS, ignoring the looks I got from everyone working at their desks around me. I went straight up to the general who insisted I wear normal clothes and socked him in the nose. He looked at me, gobsmacked. I gestured to myself and said, "That was for a regeneration wasted for your idea, and STILL GINGER!"

Ignoring the looks I got from all the ape males around me, I went over to where the Doctor's TARDIS was still parked and went in. "Why did I listen to that stupid ape? One regeneration down, and now I'm stuck with this voice, and I'm STILL GINGER!" I noticed that Jenny, the Doctor, and River were staring at me in shock, so I said, "I know the face and the height and the curves are different, and I guess these clothes don't really fit anymore, but I simply had to go punch that idiot for his stupid idea."

The three stated, in unison, "Definitely still Scholar."

AN: Only Scholar would be upset with being a chime-voiced, 6-foot, curvy, red-ringleted goddess with the same eyes as before. I hope you enjoyed this fic. Sorry if there was less Clara in it than expected.